Working hard…

I don’t think there has ever been a time in my life I have worked so hard for so little. I feel like I am performing slave labor, as hard as I have to push myself for the measly paycheck I receive bi-weekly. It disgusts me how much pain I endure, and how willingly I endure it, all in fear of losing my job, or even being reprimanded by management. I have willingly molded myself into a model employee, someone who would do anything for the sake of the company, who busts their ass for each penny they receive, and even just today had the privilege of learning something new, if only for the sake of being able to bust more ass for them in the future. And, all the while I am happy to be there, loving so much the customers I help each day, and all the while it is a place at which I cannot imagine *not* working. My employment has become an oxymoron. I have the love/hate job.

#panera